Just so Y'all know...

Hi Y'all.

Seems like Sarah Beth has been the only one who has had words to post on the family blog. Since I'm home with the flu and today being the first day I have been able to think coherently for more than a few minutes at a time, I thought I would drop in.

Yes, I have the ole flu bug. It bit fast and hard. I went to work Tuesday afternoon not feeling myself. Didn't look too hot either by the observations given by co-workers. Nevertheless, I stayed the entire shift, but by the time I drove home, did the few things I needed to do like take out the garbage, laundry, dishes, etc. I was tired. Not bad tired or so I thought. Morgan came out after I got home. Guess it's a good thing his schedule is about as screwed up as mine. Otherwise, we'd never see each other. Regardless, we got caught up, ate a light supper, and then started catching up on all the 'net reading we had missed. Ok, he did most of the surfing. I was on the couch by then. Wrapped in a blanket, freezing, sneezing, hacking and coughing.

"You poor girl, you don't sound so good." Yeah? Well, I don't feel so good.

Next morning, I ached all over. Wanted to do nothing but lay on the couch, snooze, talk when talked to, pop a few Motrins every few hours to help ease the body aches and headache somewhat. The brief periods in between the pain were filled with the normal day to day things, like lunch, blogging and then dinner.

That lasted roughly 24 hrs before it laid me out completely. By the time Morgan had to leave Thursday morning, I was most miserable. Called the doctor who didn't have any appointments available, but you can come in after hours to the "First Come First Served Clinic". You know what that means? Yep, you sit till they call your name. Just what I want or need to do when all I'm wanting is to be in bed.

But I went.

Only had to sit for a brief one magazine read. Was called back to the exam room where the nurse takes all information, temperature, blood pressure. One more item to note, I was surprised at my weight. Who knew? Maybe being sick isn't such a bad thing after all.

The nurse leaves me curled up on the short little exam table awaiting the docs arrival. Even with me being so short, those tables were made for midgets. Finally the doc knocks and enters, asks the same questions the nurse had me answer just a few short minutes before. If I'm not mistaken, she even wrote my answers down. He checks my ears, throat, and nose. Listens to my lung sounds... Then proclaims in a wise doctor voice... "sounds like you have the flu, very contagious by the way. I suggest you take ibuprofen, chicken soup and lots of rest. Oh, no work till at least Monday."

Note to Shane Allen: YOU will have a better bedside manner when you become one of them, right? Please say yes, cause otherwise me and your momma will hunt you down like a rabid dog to make you change your ways. It takes compassion, caring and empathy for a good bedside manner. Qualities that I know you have in abundance. Just don't let them disappear on your way up. Got it??

Alrighty then. Sign me out, give me my work slip, prescription and Thank you very much. They take your money on your way out.

I stopped at the local Walgreens to get the Tamiflu prescription filled. Even picked up some juices. High tailed back to the house to bed. Popped the first of the twice a day pills. Drank some juice, made a few phone calls to the ones who cared enough to ask, then wrapped myself in a blanket, collapsed on the couch again.

You know what? I think my body was tired of all that laying in bed or on the couch, because sometime during the night, it was more comfortable to sleep on the floor. So I did.


There you have it folks, the details and description of that little bug called "the flu". Don't let him catch you unawares. His bite is definitely worse.

Reckon it's time for some chicken soup and another pill or two.



Much love from my house to yours...

No kisses cause I'm contagious, ya know?